Outside

This is another of my poems which reflect a certain sense of not being in the place I am supposed to be. This is a feeling that has followed me for very many years and I probably never will totally get away from it.

I hope that writing about my feelings will assist the process of coming to terms with them.




Outside - 24 Feb 88

Outside
The grey of day
Deepens into night.
Beside me
A gentle stream
Of music,
Drum and voice
Plays sad tales
Of other years
In times gone by.




Many of my poems have a sad theme running through them, it makes them rather more poignant, I feel.